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Saturday, 31 January 2015

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, this week we're chatting about our thoughts when with a loved one. My few lines are taken from my story IN SAFE HANDS which features in SEXY JUST GOT RICH, a Brit Babes anthology due for release on the 10th of February - but available for pre-order.

Sexy Just Got Rich showcases the Babes unique take on sexy, BDSM loving billionaires who know what they want and take it. It's kinky, spicy, seductive and there's something for everyone.

Here's the line up…

Tabitha Rayne—Champagne and Tits

Lexie Bay—Sophie’s Secret

Kay Jaybee—The Chase

Victoria Blisse —Wallflower

Kay Jaybee—Words of the Marquis

Natalie Dae—Come Find Me

Tabitha Rayne—White Rabbit—The Switch

Lucy Felthouse—The Next Big Thing

Kay Jaybee—Great Expectations

K D Grace—Buying the Farm

Tabitha Rayne—You Said

Lily Harlem—In Safe Hands

Harlem Dae—Confetti and Collars

Excerpt from In Safe Hands (A spin-off from In Expert Hands which is due for release on 13th February).

Marie is a maid who has a very unusual relationship with the owner of this particular penthouse in New York City…

* * *

Marie stared at the bright red stilettos she wore. She crossed her legs and bounced the toe of the right shoe in a sharp jig towards the huge window. Outside, the sun was slipping from its lofty position, its light touching the top of a tall building and spreading shards of hot-gold and fire-orange over the skyscraper windows.

She wriggled. The cool leather of the brown chair was soft against the skin on her shoulders, back and legs. She curled her hands around the ends of the arms and tapped her fingers.

Soon he’d be here.

Soon the door would open and shut with a soft click and the sounds of his shoes clicking across the hallway would make her heart trip and her nipples spike at her new bra.

She uncrossed and crossed her legs. Checked the lace at the front of her new panties to ensure it was smooth. It was. Of course it was. She’d carefully shaved her pussy for this occasion. He’d mentioned last week that he liked hairless, so she’d thought it would be an extra treat for his birthday. As it happened, it was quite a treat for her too—it felt wonderful.

She licked her lips and wondered if she should nip to the bathroom and apply another squirt of perfume. Maybe add another sheen of lip gloss too. But what if he arrived as she was doing it? That would spoil the moment. She wanted to be sitting in the spanking chair, staring out, when he got home. It was the way she’d imagined it. The way she’d fantasised about it.

The wail of a siren, many storeys below, filtered up to the apartment. As it faded, Marie heard the door click once, then twice.

He was here.

She swallowed. Her belly tightened. She clenched her internal muscles.

His keys rattled in the ceramic bowl against hers.

His shoes clacked in a slow, controlled way across the oak flooring. Rhythmic and steady, he came closer and closer still.

Marie held her breath. Hoped the red wasn’t a mistake. He did like red, didn’t he? She hadn’t pushed further than she should, had she? No. They’d done all sorts of kinky things together. Him arriving home and finding her in his chair wearing only underwear was tame in comparison.

She sensed he’d stopped right behind her.

He didn’t speak, but she could hear his breaths and smell his cologne.

“Happy birthday,” she said quietly.

“How did you know?” he asked.

God, his voice. The deep, sexy way he spoke, and that English accent to boot. It made her insides flutter and her thighs tense.

“It was on the calendar. In the kitchen.”

“Ahh, I see.”

“I got you something.” She pushed up from the chair, her knees a little weak and her stomach doing somersaults. It was always that way when she saw him for the first time on a Friday, but this, the underwear, his birthday…

She turned to face him, holding her belly in and puffing up her chest. He adored her curves and full round breasts, he’d told her often enough. “I’m afraid it won’t take much unwrapping.” She smiled and tried to look more confident than she felt.

He surveyed her and the right side of his mouth twitched into a half smile. “What if I’d brought clients back?”

“You never have before.” She placed her hand on her waist and cocked her hips.

He shot out his tongue and swiped it over his bottom lip. He was trying to look cool, unmoved by her standing there like that, but Marie knew if she cupped his groin his cock would be hard and straining at his suit pants.

He took a step back and took off his suit jacket, revealing a pristine white shirt. After tossing the jacket to one side, he undid the cuffs on the shirt. Very slowly, agonisingly slowly, he rolled them up, each one receiving three precise turns.

Marie stared at his strong forearms and wide, hair-coated wrists. She studied the way his slim navy tie moved just a little with his actions.

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“Sometimes I frig myself off just thinking about The Harlequin’s tits. They’re so big and soft, the nipples so sensitive.” As I’d spoken I stroked his back, tapping my fingers down his spine. “Can you imagine what it would be like to put your dick between them, Victor? Use those big, warm pillows to wank with? Perhaps you’d like to watch me masturbating at the same time. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Mistress.” No hesitation.

“And then when you came, it would hit the mask, wouldn’t it? Your cum would fly into those pretty white feathers she's wearing, making them sticky and matted. How would that make you feel?”

He didn’t answer. I slapped his arse, hard, each cheek.

He jolted forwards.

My palm tingled.

“This is what’s going to happen,” I said sternly. “While you watch the show, you’re going to imagine yourself screwing The Harlequin. Not boring old missionary, something kinky, anal perhaps, if that’s your secret thing. And I’m going to make your arse a wonderful bright red.”

“You’re, you’re going to spank me…Mistress?”

“Yes, because quite honestly, Victor, you deserve it. After standing me up last night, not using the plug when I told you to, and then all that skiving and sending dirty emails when you should have been working, you really do need to take your punishment.” I leaned closer so my lips caressed his earlobe. “You’ve been bad. Really bad, and for that you must take the consequences, but…I’m pretty damn sure it will get you off.”

Sexy as Hell is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.

Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.

Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.

Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…

Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.

Please note, in order to enjoy Victor and Zara’s adventures, the trilogy must be read in order and they have been supplied as such within the Sexy as Hell Box Set. Also included in this box set are three spin-off stories to satisfy your curiosity about the colourful secondary characters.

Praise for Sexy as Hell

Long and Short Reviews - 5* - "An amazing trilogy, I’d recommend this series to anyone wanting a deeply complex, incredibly intense read. These authors write everything with style, care and such talent I’m pleased to have these additions on my shelves and know I’ll read them again in the future. Not a comfortable book (or series), this nevertheless balances perfectly between too much and not quite enough. I can’t imagine anyone reading it and not wanting more, so amazing is the mix of characters, plot, kink and emotion. A marvelous read that took me to dizzying highs and terrifying lows and a series I can strongly recommend to everyone willing to step on board for the ride of a lifetime. "

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Reader reviews

" I absolutely loved this book, it was by far better than the 50 Shades of Grey."

" I cannot express just how much this story touched me. I've read many erotic novels and BDSM books but these ones are by far my favourites and I have recommended them to everyone I know."

"This writing duo both got me vested in the characters and made me think. They made me curious, and made me question. What they made me question is for me, just as it will be for other readers, it will be personal to them. I cannot wait to find out where Victor and Zara end up. I also want to read more from these authors! Enjoy this trek thru the psyche of not one but two main characters in this trilogy!"

"The best erotic trilogy I have ever read! FSOG and Crossfire series have nothing on these books. If you like your books a bit edgier then you should read these. I could not put them down! Lots and lots of hotness but also a love story. I loved the style of writing, seen from both characters emotions. All I can say is read and enjoy!"

Thursday, 29 January 2015

I was recently having a conversation with a few fellow authors about
the importance of location in our novels, and specifically whether it was
necessary, as a writer, to have visited the place you decide to set your story
in. The verdict was fifty/fifty, some thought it was vital to travel, research
and absorb the atmosphere of a setting before it became the backdrop of a plot,
and others felt imagination along with some online research was sufficient.

I guess I can see both points of view. Having over fifty stories
published, over half of these novels, I decided to tot up how many I’d set in
places I’d actually visited. It worked out like this…

This was an interesting discovery and certainly something I hadn’t
thought to work out before. I live in the UK and the majority of my stories are
set here, many in London as it’s somewhere I lived for a while. London is also
incredibly diverse for an author. I’ve used it to set wonderfully romantic scenes
around beautiful St Paul’s Cathedral. I’ve also used seedier back streets for
dark liaisons, and the big hospitals for a couple of medical orientated novels
(I used to be a trauma nurse). The eclectic mix of restaurants, wonderfully
atmospheric old-world pubs and the gorgeous parks have also sneaked into the
pages of my work.

I've even been involved in a UK exclusive boxed set - Brit Boys: On Boys, which is all British characters and British locations. My story The Chase is set in Cardiff, a city I know well.

The next most common place I’ve set my novels is the USA. No
surprise as I’ve been visiting the US since I was a child, to spend time with
family and to enjoy the big cities. New York has appeared in several books and
like London can be used to create glamour and excitement and also dark danger,
depending on the plot. Florida is a popular one for me, mainly because I have a
series set here and holidayed in Orlando several times.

Then there is Las Vegas, which is the setting for my new M/M serial,
Caught on Camera, just out at Totally Bound. I adored Las Vegas when I visited
several years ago. The memory of the heat in particular stayed with me. It was
such a dry, dessert heat like nothing I’d ever come across before, a detail
which was great to add into my prose and I spent ages finding just the right
descriptions for it. Also the fact the place never seemed to stop, I enjoyed
using this fact from my memory, it meant the times could shift in my plot line,
it didn’t matter if it was day or night, Las Vegas kept on buzzing. We stayed
at The Luxor and I remember being fascinated by the ‘inclinators’ – because of
the pyramid design of the building, the elevators run on a slant. That’s the
kind of detail that’s fun to add into a story because if you hadn’t been there
you wouldn’t know about it, also it makes the reader feel like they’ve been
there, and maybe, if they’ve never visited but get the chance, they’ll remember
that snippet of information from my book.

So what about places I’ve used that I’ve never travelled to? I’m
thinking now I might make it a mission to go to these locations and see how
well I did in my descriptions. I’ve got India, Finland, the Canadian Rockies,
The Caribbean, Moscow and the wild forests of Northern Russia. Then there is
Eastern Europe, South Dakota and Nepal. Wow, that would be some trip!

The internet is revolutionary for authors when it comes to finding
information. When writing about South Dakota for my M/F biker book Burning Rubber I used a
Google image search to get some inspiration for the landscape and the sky and
the buildings. Scanning a range of photographs helped me create a picture in my
head of where I wanted my Wild Angel bikers to be. I honestly can’t think what
I’d do without all this global information at my fingertips, it would be easy
to take it for granted but I’m constantly grateful. Gone are the days I used to
have to go to the library or use my parents’ collection of Britannica Encyclopedias.

I’m talking about contemporary stories here, and of course authors
of sci-fi, historical and fantasy have to draw on their imagination to greater
degrees though I’d be interested to find out how much of real places they put
into their stories, perhaps stealing an aspect from one place and adding it to
a feature of another. Twisting, contorting and stacking locations together in
their minds.

One thing is for sure, I’ll continue to enjoy setting my stories in
cities and countries I’ve been to, and strive to visit more. It’s that richness
of experience that continually adds to a writer’s library of locations, and I
for one, always find that travelling is completely inspiring and I come back
itching to write whatever new story I’ve dreamed up while away.

LIGHTS. CAMERA. ACTION. The life of an international porn star might
be glamorous, satisfying and well paid but it’s also hard work – very hard – in
every sense of the word.

So it’s just as well Reece Carter is up for the job and has the
sexiest co-star imaginable Cade Davenport. They’re the hot new stars of GP
Productions latest blockbuster Slippery Slots set in Las Vegas and they can’t
wait to get naked and get started.

With scripts to learn, wardrobe to contend with and a whole host of
new experiences to look forward to Reece takes the bull by the horns and jumps
on for the ride. What he doesn’t bargain on, though, is finding love alongside
his fat pay cheque.

But is the feeling mutual? And what happens when a cowboy, a box of
unusual props and a trip to a BDSM dungeon gets thrown into the scene?

Can Reece handle the heat? Is he really capable of performing before
an audience? And will Cade be there when he needs him most?

Monday, 26 January 2015

Many of my friends and readers know that I love living in Wales. I'm not Welsh but the people and the land have adopted me after so many years of being in it's gentle embrace. One of the things I adore is walking with my dogs. Mr H prefers to run but occasionally he slows down a pace and we head off to the mountains to enjoy the views. Here are some pictures taken in the Brecon Beacons last weekend. We didn't have snow in our valley but once we went up a few hundred feet there was plenty, and most of it unspoilt as this is a deserted part of the National Park - most likely to see military as they use its desolate, isolated landscape for survival training.

Cade pulled the door open and Bret walked into the room. His eyes fell immediately on Reece, and the left side of his mouth squeezed up into his cheek in a lazy half-smile. “Howdy .”

“Hello,” Reece said, placing his hands on his hips and locking his knees. Fuck, the man was gorgeous. No wonder he was in movies. Tall, broad and with a chiseled face and angular features, he had that all-American look. His eyes were a soft sapphire blue and his lips were thin but sensual. He also seemed to ooze testosterone. There was something direct and outdoorsy about him, unstoppable and determined.

Reece let his gaze linger. The cowboy wore a black short-sleeved shirt, several buttons undone and tight on his biceps. He had on pale denims with interestingly large bulges around the groin area and they were overlain with soft brown chaps that had straps around his thighs and waist. On his feet he wore black boots that were a little scuffed. But it was the Stetson Reece liked the best—caramel colored with a black leather strip running around the base and a silver badge at the front. It really did make him look like he’d just walked in from the ranch after a day wrangling horses and chasing herds of cattle across the land.

Bret turned to Cade. “We spoke on the telephone about your Valentine’s treat for Timothy. You were quite detailed. Is it all still as we agreed?”

“Yes,” Cade said, shutting the door. “Timothy is looking forward to being adored by us both.”

“By adored...you mean fucked,” Bret said, again as per script.

“Yes, that’s right,” Cade said with a nod and a smile. “And I’ve got you cash, as agreed.”

Bret laughed in a super-confident way and carried on with the scripted dialog. “That’s what I like about you English boys...always so damn polite about money.” He walked up to Reece. “And let’s just say, I don’t think it’s going to be much of a hardship fucking this bit of ass.” He twitched his eyes. “You didn’t mention your man was hot, Jenson—just that he was desperate for a cowboy threesome.”

“Not for the next two hours. For the next two hours, he’s also mine,” Bret winked at Reece. “And I can’t wait to start earning my money.”

Reece inhaled deeply, drawing in Bret’s spicy aftershave. It was hard to believe the desire shining from Bret’s eyes wasn’t real. There was a glint of lust there and also a shard of anticipation.

Bret stepped away, tugged off his boots and tossed them aside. “We gonna get naked or what?” he asked, also removing his socks.

“Yeah, I guess,” Reece said.

“Hey, don’t look so worried,” Bret said, straightening and coming close to Reece again. “Your man has booked me to make this right for you because I’m the best. So just relax and enjoy.” He tipped Reece’s chin with the crook of his finger and kissed him.

Reece closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Bret’s thin, firm lips moving on his. He tasted of mint, as though he’d just brushed his teeth. He was being kissed by a pro. He could tell. Someone who did this for a living. It was a good feeling to be in the hands of someone competent and sure of themselves.

The kiss broke and Bret reached for Reece’s shirt. “Let’s see what we have to play with,” he said. He undid the buttons, slowly, then tugged it off.

Reece tensed his abs, aware of his side-on angle to the camera.

“Mmm, very nice,” Bret said, sliding his hand up Reece’s chest and tweaking his nipples. “Perfect, in fact.”

“He is,” Cade said, slotting in behind Reece. He curled his hands around Reece’s waist and also caressed his chest.

Reece was hemmed in by them and the heat of their bodies was warming his. Damn, his cock was stiffening. Bret was right—they should all just get naked as soon as possible.

Bret kissed him again, cradling the back of his neck as he did so.

Reece melted.

Cade ran his tongue over Reece’s shoulder, licking, kissing and giving small nips.

Reece wrapped his hands around Bret’s big biceps. They were solid and dense and his flesh was hot. Reece’s breaths quickened as arousal took over his thoughts and needs.

Saturday, 24 January 2015

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday - this week a snippet from Caught on Camera Part Three which shows the arrival of Bret, the hot Texan cowboy who is the third in the threesome scene the guys are about to shoot for the porn movie Slippery Slots.

Bret turned to Cade. “We spoke on the telephone about your Valentine’s treat for Timothy. You were quite detailed. Is it all still as we agreed?”

“Yes,” Cade said, shutting the door. “Timothy is looking forward to being adored by us both.”

“By adored...you mean fucked,” Bret said, again as per script.

“Yes, that’s right,” Cade said with a nod and a smile. “And I’ve got you cash, as agreed.”

Bret laughed in a super-confident way and carried on with the scripted dialog. “That’s what I like about you English boys...always so damn polite about money.” He walked up to Reece. “And let’s just say, I don’t think it’s going to be much of a hardship fucking this bit of ass.” He twitched his eyes. “You didn’t mention your man was hot—just that he was desperate for a cowboy threesome.”

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